19 when I got married,
claimed that I was his world his love.
if only I knew... love so bitter it had to be my mother-in-laws' early coffee
it's absurd - the comparison I mean.
judging from her sweet pollen gestures, wolf in sheep's clothing I tell you,
she wasn't the only one with a mask.
I've had my fair share of pearls tea and gossip.
a silver serpent caging me from the inside, of course no one knew about it.
I can't find my notes but I think he might,
it makes no difference to me though,
it's about time he learns he has competition,
might make him love me more,
might bring me closer to 6 cushioned wood walls,
might bring me some peace.
what is peace anyways? why love when loss is guaranteed?
lower your expectations, it minimises the pain.
love me when it's relevant.
I don't know if I've actually had enough of it all or not?
THE PASSING TRAIN
Iam inside the fastest train,
This is not my very first time
Nor there is changes to define,
Same destination on my brain.
Once a green field now harvesting,
But I don't know the reapers song
Because Iam moving along,
The harvesters are jollying.
Staring at the passing houses,
Whether the same people staying
Those cows the same ones seen
grazing,
My memory minimises.
At one place a dirty black pond,
An oasis for cows and birds
The long legged white birds play
sports,
With the cows to show sign of bonds.
Cauliflowers forms a jungle,
Mango trees looks like broccolli
Dry terraced fields a moor broadly,
Corn hairs like king's mane in
shambles.
The round sun began to set in,
Slowly like a blazing fire
The western sky dance with desire,
I saw it from the moving train.
Watisungla Ao
27/03/2013
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